AN EVENING'S LOVE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN

@3Damon. Celimena@1, of my heart
None shall e're bereave you:
If with your good leave I may
Quarrel with you once a day
I will never leave you.

@3Celimena.@1 Passion's but an empty name
Where respect is wanting:
@3Damon@1, you mistake your aim;
Hang your Heart and burn your Flame,
If you must be ranting.

@3Damon.@1 Love as dull and muddy is,
As decaying Liquor:
Anger sets it on the Lees,
And refines it by degrees,
Till it works it quicker

@3Celimena.@1 Love by Quarrels to beget
Wisely you endeavour;
With a grave Physitian's wit,
Who to cure an Ague fit
Put me in a Feavor.

@3Damon.@1 Anger rouzes Love to fight,
And his only bait is,
'Tis the spurre to dull delight,
And is but an eager Bite,
When desire at height is.

@3Celimena.@1 If such drops of heat can fall
In our wooing weather
If such drops of heat can fall
We shall have the Devil and all
When we come together.

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